Chapter 399: A Strange Beginning (7)

Jiang Guo was about to open his mouth to answer, the door of the box behind him was opened, and the voice of Bind Wunian came from it, Li Tongtong and Zheng Lei turned around when they heard the voice, Bind Wunian walked slowly, lit a cigarette, and said: "There are countless rumors outside about wandering there, and people who come to me to consume will experience strange things more or less......"

"Well, will that be ghosted, and then, and then ......"

Zheng Lei interrupted the restraint of thoughtlessness. "No, since I dare to open this kind www.biquge.info of store, I will naturally protect the safety of consumers, and when I step out of this store, these will disappear!" ”

"Whew!"

Hearing Jian Wunian say this, Zheng Lei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was okay in the future!

"Believe me, I don't know about this weird thing, so stay tuned! As long as you can afford it! ”

Li Tongtong and Zheng Lei heard Jian Wunian speak again, and when he looked back, he saw that Jian Wunian had already disappeared, and when he turned his head again, Jiang Guo also disappeared in his original position, this scene scared the two of them a little!

"You've got the sushi you ordered!"

Fan Chou smiled, put the food on the table, and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Zheng Lei.

"Why is your smile so weird?"

Fan Chou's tone was a little deep, this shop made him feel very uncomfortable and depressed, and the eyes of the owner here seemed to be able to see through everything, dark and deep.

The beautiful woman just now feels like she is in front of her, and any pretense is useless!

Coupled with this clerk, the tall figure is already depressing, and the weird smile makes their backs cold!

"Because...... This shop is already very weird! ”

Fan Chou smiled, deliberately making his voice gloomy and sharp.

"What do you mean?"

Li Tongtong frowned and asked.

"Is it natural to repay debts?"

Fan Chou smiled.

"Of course, but it also depends on the relationship between the two, why?"

Li Tongtong replied.

"You can't pay back your debts, but you can kill people to pay for your life, which should be justified!"

After speaking, Fan Chou turned around and left, leaving Li Tongtong and Zheng Lei very speechless.

What the hell, gibberish!

Of course, this is not what Fan Chou himself wants to say, when he just came up, Jian Wunian had already explained, these words were exactly what Jian Wunian taught him, as for why he said such things, he didn't know very well!

"You're right, in this world, maybe there are really snakes, gods and ghosts!"

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The years are like the wind, autumn goes to autumn, the red dust is deep, a little deeper. Flicking a finger to the past, flowers bloom and fall, life is like a dream, empty illusion. Lonely years, lonely journey, youth is like a play, red clothes fall, and gradually show a tired face. The clouds and smoke gradually dispersed, the world forgot the opportunity, the scenery was quiet, the love was sad, and there was no trace of sound. Yesterday died today, but a hangover. The heart-breaking singing, sassy is looking back and smiling. In the cliff cave, there are no murals carved, only vaguely feel that there is a date with youth.

After all the vicissitudes of life, on the other side of the world, my heart has grown into a tree, not avoiding, not lonely, not lonely, not happy or sad, thousands of words, only painting a circle of annual rings. Don't worry, don't get entangled, don't be disappointed, calm and quiet, elegant and casual, give the wind and rain a fallen leaf. I don't remember, I don't want to miss, I don't want to hope, I have mixed tastes, I cut and clear my sorrows, and I am full of fragrance of the season. Don't start, don't end, don't freeze, wait for the flowers to bloom, don't remember the passing years, and tell the story of the time.

In the barren years, deep affection and laughter are buried under the roots, a green pursuit of the sky is high, no tears, not fragile, and the world changes in a book; The heart is quiet, the dream is leisurely, and the blurred dust continues. The past is like the wind, a thousand turns, all the way indifferent smoke and dust, a tree Bodhi green, a fearful and unenlightened lofty, a shallow warmth.

Sanmao said: "If there is an afterlife, you must be a tree, standing in eternity, without the posture of joy and sorrow." Half in the earth, half in the wind, half in the shade, half in the sun, very silent and very proud, never relying on never seeking. "Thousands of rivers and mountains have passed, flashy dreams, the vast end, shallow villages, quiet gardens, and the scenery of trees have taken shape. In winter, take the yellow leaves full of poems, boil a cup of tea, silently entertain the mystery person who asks for directions, and everything falls with the water.

The years have been painted, a river of time has been carved behind him, the young self is on the other side of the river, gently talking to himself, the sweet and sour have faded, the fate of the fate is scattered, the red dust is empty, there is no impetuousness, and there are no tears crying; Tasting a pot of white moonlight is pure joy, singing a song of lovesickness is laughter, drunk a song of clouds and water is quiet, listening to a parting of life and death is no desire and no desire, reading a legend and letting go of a relief.

Mood, running in the waves, moving forward in the waves, slowly aging, aging is not only the mood, but also a young face. Wake up from a dream, and the imprint of life has emerged; With a thought of ups and downs, the blue boat has passed thousands of wonderful scenes; As soon as the waves were counted, Yunfan had been moored in a new village in a foreign land with bright flowers and dark willows.

"Look at the flowers on the trees this year, not on the branches last year." Holding time, strolling through the years, flowers are still flowers, flowers are no longer flowers, and today's flowers are not yesterday's flowers. Life is like a play, vigorous and vigorous, and another light and ingenious; Play after play is constantly staged; After all the vicissitudes of life, walking all over the Jiuqu Loop, life is endless, never ending, not ending.

Memories gradually fell silent, scattered feelings and intentions, good and evil, loss and gain are all kept by three thousand past events, covered with dust, which cannot be taken care of or replaced; The story that was clearly left there to become dust, the secrets of the collection, one step forward, the time has passed, but I don't want to mention it again.

The wind stirred up the dust, the heavy rain soaked the hair shirt, shook the sleeves, and still moved forward, no longer damp, the wind and rain in the heart were still so calm, and some drunk moods never had to wake up. Life is a journey of wind, a journey of rain, surrounded by mountains and waters, and cannot be repeated for a minute or a second; Not indifferent, people are on the journey, how will they know what they will encounter today and tomorrow? One day, when everything is in the past again, maybe you will gradually understand what you like and what you don't like.

Born to be experienced, constantly encountered, and constantly separated; Lost, form yourself bit by bit; In the loneliness, find this person one by one. Look at yourself, learn to be alone, learn to be tolerant, learn to forget, and then find yourself old.

In the spring, when the flowers bloomed, the flowers remembered that the "Peony Pavilion" had written: "I don't know what to do, I am in love, life can die, death can live." "The red dust is dancing, confused, and has jumped into a circle, but inside and outside the red dust, it is not a chrysalis, and it does not become a beautiful butterfly; Take off your red suit, write down all your sorrows, and then dissolve them bit by bit, and throw them away.

(To be continued.) )